It's been said that Americans are separated from other English-speaking countries by a common language. In truth, we are that way among ourselves, too. It's happened more than once that I give folks from the midwest or northeast an odd look when they're asking me a question.
That also happens when they're using terms I've never heard or understand differently. A malted can be a malted milk drink or a milkshake, which can be flavored milk or blended milk and ice cream. You get the idea.
I was roaming some market areas in Adeliade when I came across this. My first reaction was to laugh. Gamey meat in the states means it has a hard flavor, like venison or deer. Maybe even the smell of going bad. Apparently calling your chicken "gami" is no big deal here. Or maybe the beer is required to mask the flavor. Probably neither, but it took me back to when my Spanish-speaking friend helped liberate the French in World War II. He didn't know French, and they didn't know Spanish. But the starving people wanted to thank him, and called hime over for gateau (cake). He heard gato (cat), and begged forgiveness as he quickly walked away.
Most cities have one or more central markets, where you can buy your daily provisions from. The Los Angeles one is a treasure to roam around; so is the one in Adelaide. Meats, cheeses, seafood, produce and anything else you might find at a major grocery store is there, and is often at its freshest. My pastry from Dough, Mimolette cheese from Smelly, and Piccolo from The Coffee Bean Shop set me right for the day.
I had to throw in this picture from Morialta Conservation Park. It's a look over the edge of First Falls there. Tomorrow's post will go into detail on it, but it's one of my favorite places ever.